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Lyrica hadn’t meant to get involved. But seeing a group of men approaching a foriegner... she growled internally, instinctively reaching for her crop, which oddly wasn’t on her hip. She stormed over heels clicking violently on the pavement, “Hey! Fuckers.” she yelled, her green eyes blazing.

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Crevan was trying to survive after running away. He was tired, he was hungry. Worst of all he was freezing. He only wore a pair of jeans, and a t shirt. It was all he was allowed to have when he was with Jared, and now... he was hiding in the moores of Ireland stealing from a garden every few days while he waited to heal, to keep hunger away. He had hoped the owner would never catch him. 

He had slipped down from his hiding place inching towards the garden again, his stomach complaining loudly. He usually only took a few carrots and a few tomatoes, just one a day is what he allowed himself to have. The human omega was starving himself, he knew that, but he was too scared to ask for help. For all he knew he could get tossed back to Jared and Jared’s pack.

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Atilla had gone to the store just to pick up a few things they needed and Crevan was trying to use the time to get himself comfortable.

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Crevan had dragged his husband out to Alesdair’s cabin with the rest of the staff, humming as everyone got into the tiny appearing cabin. But everyone moved towards the back and down a hidden staircase into a lodge the cabin was attached to. Some music was already playing happily as Crevan dragged his suitcase. They were all staying at Alesdair’s for the week, and it seemed that it was tradition. There was more than enough room once they got towards the back and the red head turned to look at his husband, beaming. “I hope you won’t go stir crazy.” he teased, “You also get a chance to try the beer that Aura brews for this.” he pointed out walking over to wrap his arms around his neck. 

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Crevan and Atilla had been home for a few days, and Crevan was currently laying with his head in Atilla’s lap as they watched over the club, his eyes fluttering each time his hair was stroked by Atilla humming happily as he got comfy against his leg. 

The club was lively and full of energy, and without warning, Crevan stiffened feeling a wave of discomfort flood over him. He could feel it. He could feel him entering the club. And moments later he saw him and their eyes connected as Jared slowly walked over.

Aislin behind her bar stiffened and let her security guard know the instant she saw the man, grabbing his arm.